There is magic in the autumn sunrise:
The frost in its infancy, like powdered sugar sprinkled on a hot cake,
The whiteness momentary;
The quiet of the dawn, breathless with each awakening;
The heavy dew tracing designs on the leas with sparkling pearls;
The cobwebs in the grass, soon to be floating in the air.
Yes, there is magic and a revelation in an autumn sunrise.
The frost in its infancy, like powdered sugar sprinkled on a hot cake,
The whiteness momentary;
The quiet of the dawn, breathless with each awakening;
The heavy dew tracing designs on the leas with sparkling pearls;
The cobwebs in the grass, soon to be floating in the air.
Yes, there is magic and a revelation in an autumn sunrise.
~ Helen Nencka
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